Chased the thrill too far, called it WONDER, called it FATE, now the hole calls back.
By Komal12 months ago in Poets
The mirror that once reflected the bloom of youth, now fogs. The heat fades, crossed by cool changes, surrendering its moment in the sun.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
I’ve seen you in their smiles Watched for it Ached for it That gleam I know you’ve brushed past me For I’ve smelt your perfume
By Sarah O'Grady12 months ago in Poets
We had a good day Lighthearted Laughter Healthy distractions Exhale But now in bed, there's a shift Something's off You're quiet and stiff
By Amy Carlsen12 months ago in Poets
Collapsed Starheart Last night, the sky folded inward like an apology learning its grammar. Somewhere above the roofs, a bright certainty failed politely,
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
High windows cradle sun where higher learning shapes and molds thirsty minds inspired required desired outcomes sparkle like
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
I fear I no longer act in kindness because it is kind or because I am I fear I am now acting in kindness out of anger For what else should I feel seeing a mother and child sitting on the street begging for money
By Donny Foley12 months ago in Poets
Memories forgotten, things unknown; gardens and fields in the dark which can’t grow. Sometimes I wonder, deep inside: does anyone else see it?
By Snarky Lisa12 months ago in Poets
When we think of funerals, we think of an event that lasts for one day. We think of the funeral homes, the crying, the caskets, the photos, and the memories shared.
By April Kirby.12 months ago in Poets
I’ve imagined my life — my future — since the day I knew my choices from the past would matter now. From knowing that, I made plenty of decisions based on it.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jean12 months ago in Poets
close - your eyes for a brief moment give me - your hand for a spell, a while do you - feel my heart? beating do you - understand?
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Time’s Second Language I learned the first language early— calendar grammar, clock syntax, The verb that ticks. ~~ But time keeps a second tongue,
